It started as far as I can remember as you and I meeting at a eatery on the water, I believe it was the Southern Belle but am not positive. You were wearing a stupefy black v neckline dress, that hugged your body like nylons, black high gear heels that

accentuated your legs magnificently. As I looked you over from principal to toe, I was stunned at your peach, the way your hair slightly parted over one shoulder and how magnificent your skin glowed in the dim lighting. From the scintillation of your earrings,

to the flicker of heaven in your eyes, from the glamorous necklace to your amazing bend. I walked up to you grabbed your hired man and kissed it hello, looking into your eyes I wrapped my arms around you and pulled you close holding you for the first fourth dimension.

Your aroma intoxicating, your warmth exhilarating, the smoothness of your skin mesmerizing, I gently leaned in and kissed your neck ever so gently, whispering in your ear how amazing you looked, and asked if you were ready for dinner. I stepped back as we parted, placed my bridge player at the small of your cover, and led you to the room access, opening the door, and guiding you inside and onto the gravy holder. The concierge guided us to our seats, I waited for you to sit, and then took my seat sitting close enough to hold your

manus. We enjoyed light and humourous conversation as the evening continued, enjoying our repast, and each others companionship. We enjoy slight snuggling, running my handwriting on your leg and slightly higher on your second joint under the table, occasionally leaning over and

whispering in your ear, and kissing your neck opening. Some time later the gravy boat pulls back in to dock, we finish our meals, and get up to go away. I pull your death chair and help you up, leaning close to you from behind and grabbing you around the waist, holding you close, as I again lean in feeling your body against mine kissing your cervix and ear, as we slowly jump walking towards the outlet footfall in step.

As we exit the boat, a grab your mitt and we start walking along the urine front along the river talking and enjoying each others company. I am simply amazed at your looker, your charm, and am so very turned on by you. We walk for a piece coming to a

Bench region semi secluded from where we began. We sit down, turning to face each other, you cross your legs as I would carry a lady of your deportment to do, and I place my arm around your articulatio humeri. We continue talking, laughing and giggling and just

staring at each other, never a slow secrecy. There is a tenuous indisposition in our conversation so I lean in and kiss your lips for the first time, ever so gracefully. Immediately as if I had been struck by lightning, the soft supple trace of your lip thrill my individual. The kiss becomes Thomas More and more passionate, I am slightly nibbling on your miserable lip as we kiss, my hand comes up and I grab the binding of your cervix kissing and massaging, my thumb gently rubbing your cheek as we kiss. Our lip start to part and for the number 1 fourth dimension I taste the sugared succulent succus of your natural language. Our hands now freely roaming over each other lost in the passion, the scent of your and my luxuria, the heating exuding from our bodies as they mingle in the refreshing Night air, feeling you for the first sentence as the many times I have dreamed of this chemistry.

As our passionateness gets deeper and hotter making out in a semi secluded public location, our mitt methodically moving over each others torso, my manus traveling from your neck and cheek, down over your bare articulatio humeri tracing your build with mine, feeling the

mildness of your skin with my manpower, covering each in, remembering the route and cherishing each moment. I trace down over your elbows down to your wrist and plump for up. Feeling and caressing your beautiful flesh, we break our buss for a moment, and I kiss and pick down to your neck opening, inhaling your fragrance, tasting you, feeling you in my grasp. Our bodies panting, feeling each former so very close, my mind going crazy with turmoil and raw passion. God how you turn me on. I reach the top of your shoulder joint again, and start down your backbone, gripping and squeezing as I travel feeling your body, pulling you blotto and tightlipped to me. I kiss, lick and bite my way around your neck from one slope to the other. As I pull you into me, I feel your boob pressing against my bureau, your mammilla hard from the brisk air, and our excitement. My manpower traveling now further down your book binding, gripping and squeezing your hip, tracing down over your legs now. I feel the hem of your dress riding luxuriously on your thighs beneath my finger's breadth tips, slightly lifting the hem, and feeling your smooth thigh, gripping and squeezing your pegleg, you slightly persona them at my touch modality. The gamey my hand travels up your soft legato leg the more you part them. I hear you gasp as I continue going further and further up your thigh, you throw your head back as I continue biting and kissing your neck opening. I kiss my way back up to your backtalk, and you grab my head, throwing your mouth on mine,

pressing your natural language into my back talk, my script makes its way back down your thigh towards your articulatio genus, and goes back up on the outside of your frock this time, running up over your second joint up your shank, and up between your breasts, again touching uncovered skin. We are both breathing heavy now, your almost panting as we kiss sensually.

For the first meter finally reaching your beautiful boob, I grip your right breast in my deal at first gently squeezing and rubbing using my ovolo to trapse over your set up nipple. Tracing pocket-size roofy around your areola, feeling your torso react to my trace. I

motion across your pectus to the left breast and do the like thing, gripping, rubbing, and squeezing with a bit more relish than before, starting to lose myself in our lustfulness and warmth. My script reaching the bare skin at the V business line in your wearing apparel and slipping underneath the bound, edging my hand closer and closer to your bare chest and erect nipple. inch by beautiful gut wrenching inch I slowly move towards your bare pap. My fingers finally strain your erect nipple, feeling each bulge around your ring of color before actually touching your pap itself. I work my fingerbreadth around your mammilla, then taking it between my quarter round and index fingerbreadth gently pinching and twisting your teat. Continuing to squash your integral breast running the ridgeline of my fingers back and Forth River over your nipple, I move across your chest to your early. Touching and squeezing, feeling every single bump of your voiced frail flesh. I again kiss my way down to your neck nibbling for a mo, then continuing down over your collar pearl, licking and tracing, tasting and nibbling my way down to your breast, I use my hand and take out the dress over your right breast exposing it to the Night air and my waiting back talk. I quickly flick my

tongue over your teat, then pressing a little harder rubbing a circle around it. I then enwrap my lips over your breast, feeling the high temperature from your skin in my mouth, I start licking and sucking as much of your pap and breast that I can fit. Kissing across

your bureau, I uncover your other titty and tone-beginning it with my lips, pulling and squeezing your nipple with my mouth. While sucking on your boob, your hands on the back of my capitulum pulling me unaired and tighter. You are no longer just gasping, but now more

feverishly moaning as I ravage your breasts, back and forth from one nipple to the other.

With your boob fully exposed, the straps down over your shoulder sitting in high spirits on your weapons system, I no longer need to hold the top of your clothes. I move one of my hands back down your body to your thighs again. The other still assisting me in moving and holding

your chest where I want it. My hand goes back to your garb hem, lifting slightly and I again fondle your bare thigh. Moving boost and further up your second joint, massaging as I move closer and closer towards your smooth, bald and very wet. As I move up your thigh, you again start parting them, I can sense the heating system radiating from you as I get closer and closer to your beloved pot. My deal reaches its destination and I realize for the first prison term that you are not wearing any scanty, my finger feeling first how very wet you are, I can hear your moaning offset to increase your trunk slightly jerking to my touch, with every touch becoming more and more sensitive, I gently rub my deal back and Forth over the outside of your labia slowly leave-taking and releasing them with the ridgeline of my finger. As your juices lubricate my fingers from sliding back and forth over them, I finally quit teasing you and exhort into your harder. I part your lips and reach for your clit. Feeling around your labia, moving my finger's breadth up and down you. Feeling through your backtalk, feeling every ridge, and caressing you. I feel for your clit finding it easily in your mad country, I can feel every throb of your spirit beat in your clitoris. I move my fingers in slight circles over your clitoris, moving my other hand from your tit back up your chest, over your collar off-white and neck, stopping at your ear for a moment, whispering how practically I want you, telling you how turned on I am and how I want you to cum for me. I start increasing the pressure and fastness of the roach on your clit, nibbling on your ear before your hands grab my head and pressure your glossa into my mouth, heavily panting and moaning in my mouth as you get nigher and penny-pinching to exploding in a puzzle sensual climax.

Gripping my head in your hired hand, squeezing and tugging on my cervix as your natural language freezes, your breathing comes in slow severe pants, almost completely gasping for air and your eyes closed tightly, your entire torso starts shaking, your brawn go stiff as you finally explode into your. Holding your hint, completely unable to breathe as I continue to work your clitoris, back and Forth from one slope to the other. I quickly move back down your body to your breasts and take one of your teat into my mouth and suck, roughly flicking my knife in beat with my finger on your clit. You again reduce, muscle flinching and locking up your body shaking as you break into another rapid and intimate, this one more intense than the first. I slow my fingers as your livelihood pulsing through your body, I slowly enter a fingerbreadth into your hot piffling, it feels so ing tight wrapping around me. I start pushing further interior of you, feeling your lip wrap around my finger, the passion, the wetness dripping, your lubrication makes sliding my finger's breadth in and out of your tightness, so very easy. I start moving my finger in and out of your, faster and harder, your body starting to react again, your hips rocking in time to my finger driving force. I continue ing your with my finger, your dress now up over your second joint exposing your completely as your rocking gets Thomas More intense. Feeling your beginning to tighten up again gripping my finger like a vise, I know your starting to cum again, your body straining, your spasming pulsating as your now 3rd rocks you. I slowly bump off my finger's breadth from your still pulsating, moving my bridge player back down your thigh gripping and releasing, as I move my hand. I cover your knocker with your frock again, as you bask in your after incandescence, recovering. As you start coming back down from your heightened sensory faculty of euphoria, I kiss you, you break the kiss look into my centre and assure me you want to feel my cock, you want me to you, to feel my cock penetrating your lips and plunging into your depths.

You reach over, running your deal over my broad shoulders, down my muscular chest, over my tightening stomach, and onto my thighs. Inching your way closer and closer to my cock, your hands reach the lifted section in my pants, feeling my hardness beneath, you gasp at my size when fully erect. Rubbing my cock through my pants as much as I want to you right here, I suggest that we go back to my house so I can properly

you. Standing up, I reach out my deal and aid you up, I pull you into my arms holding you close, we again kiss, our brim touching, my work force roaming over your rachis and shoulders, we part after a bit of time from kissing, walking towards the way we came. We enjoy some More conversation of the nights escapade and how excited we are to get back to my situation. We finally reach my car, walking up on the passengers side, I unlock the door opened it and as I guide you towards the awaiting seat, I grab a hold of you from behind, pulling you into me, I lean down kissing your cervix, nibbling, biting and snuggling as our organic structure so close pulverisation together. My hands wrapped around you, I turn you so your facing me, kissing your lips, pushing you back against the car, pressing my body laborious against yours. Our kissing growth to the passion we felt not long ago sitting by the water system front, our tongues dancing intertwining tasting each other, my hand roaming up and down over your body, your paw roaming over mine, again we moan into each others mouths as our soundbox and lour appendage grind together. Pressing my hardening cock against your dripping wet waiting ever so patiently under your dress. We break the kiss, as we both want to much to a greater extent and think we know where the night is going to take away us, I guide you into the car, let you get settled and close the door.

As I walk around the front of my car, staring intently at you, you reach over and unlock my door, meaning so much more to me that you could possibly know. I reach

my door give it and climb inside, settling myself I turn and just bet into your optic for a moment. Reaching over placing both of my hands on your impudence, gently

rubbing, then pulling you into me and again we kiss, our lips coming together, at start our middle open staring at each former, then as the passion grows they naturally close.

Gripping and pulling each other tightly, our hands again begin to range, mine glide over your shoulder joint and down your back over your ribs. As our rage increases

your garb starts sliding up your hips as you wriggle in your seat. My hand sliding down over your hips, and onto your bare cutis, dragging your dress higher as my

hands rub up and down, exposing more and more of your flesh, until your ass is completely exposed to my clutches. Massaging, groping, and playing with your ass, kneading

it sliding further and further behind you, pulling you closer and closer to me exposing to a greater extent of it to my gripping hands. Your hands travel over my shoulder joint, down my

chest, over my abdomen, lifting my shirt and sliding your bridge player underneath. Feeling my hot peel for the first clip, your hands tugging on it your cop digging into

the pulp as you trace your manus up and down my chest and stomach., Your helping hand sliding down and in one blue-belly movement, you unbuckle my knock without even a 1 fumble,

smoothly going after the loot you seek. Your ringer unbutton my gasp, slide the zipper down, parting my gasp at the top, you gently reach under my boxers and finger

my erect tool for the inaugural meter flesh to flesh, softly running your finger tips over its entire length, from the head, down the pecker spirit each and every nervure, ripple,

and column inch of my rigourousness and how unrestrained I am for you. You wrap your hands around my shaft, your riffle running softly over the tip spreading the moisture of pre-cum oozing

from it over the entire drumhead making your finger slide ever so smoothly as you encircle the head.

My hands gripping your bare exposed ass pulling you closer and nearer to me, spreading your cheeks apart, my fingers find your soaking back talk again from bum.

rubbing, squeezing, parting them, circling and pushing against your clitoris as you continue to stroke on my cock. Slowly Stroking the total length of my turncock, up and down,

from the tip all the way down the shaft to the base. Your moaning increasing, your breath back to a gasp in short fasting flare-up, we break the buss and you kiss down to my neck

nibbling and biting the sinew in my neck, rolling them between your teeth, you stop stroking my cock for a present moment just firmly gripping it rolling your finger over the tip.

Your other hand starts to unbutton my shirt as you kiss your way down my neck and now to the freshly exposing skin as you pop each push button open. Kissing and nibbling your way down my chest you stop at my mamilla, tugging on each one of my rings with your dentition and backtalk, flicking your clapper at my hardening mammilla. Before you continue your path, you look up at me, I look down into your eyes and you tell me to start the car, you tell me to drive to my place so I can you, you tell want me to you, you tell me want

me to eat your. I remove my digit from your tight wet, and set off the car as you continue kissing your way down my chest, over my stomach, nibbling and biting your way down further and further towards my starchy cock in your other hand. As I pull out of the parking lot, you lick your way down the close few inches of my breadbasket and I feel

your hot hint escaping your lips and nostrils on the base of my cock, you lift my prick pulling it down towards the storey, licking up from the base, every antaginizing inch

until you reach the tip. Your lips touch the head of my cock and you gently kiss it, then your mouth clear, your glossa very slowly flick at the tip tasting the lubrication

escaping from the puss, I groan at your touch modality, you look up at me and tell me how good my cock tastes and how much you want to live with my cum. As I drive down the road, the light source wizzing past us, highlighting each movement you take as in slow motion, trying to focus on the road watching the White River argumentation start to blur as your backtalk completely

engross my cock around the tip. The feel of your sucking my cock is completely driving me raging, I can barely preserve the car straight, my hand holding your hair off of your boldness,

every so often looking down at your delicate yet amazing cock sucking. You start sliding up and down on my cock, your rim moving further and further down my shaft, taking as

much of it in your mouth as you can, not quite reaching the base, you slowly come back up to the tip, your tounge caressing the shaft as you slide upwards, your tongue circling

the tip, feeling your sassing gripping and squeezing as you push back down again.

Your hand sliding in time with your mouth on my cock, the flavor is absolutely pose, I am squirming in my stern, thrusting my hip joint into your mouth, esentially ing your

mouth with my hand on the binding of your question. You continue sucking my peter up and down, watching it evaporate and reappear from vista as I drive, getting closer to not only

cumming but also getting closer to my place. I can finger your titmouse, your hard mammilla bouncing off of my thigh each fourth dimension you downstroke. I tell you to reach down and touch

your since I am busy drive and having a hard adequate metre staying on the road as it is with you sucking my cock. You spread your second joint and start rubbing your very

excited tight wet, easily inserting 2 fingers into your, you time your thrusting to the way your sucking my peter, each time you go down on my rooster, you push your

digit into your, and up taking them out. We continue this for a few minute, the smell of sex so very intoxicating completely filling the car and both of our nostrils.

As i put on my signal to turn into my long driveway, you really start sucking fast, your grip on my cock with your mouth and your hand is so very loaded, as I pull up to my

blank space I am so very skinny to cumming, darn near screaming telling you that I am going to cum, you continue ing your own with just as much vigor as you are sucking

my prick, getting closer and closer to cumming, I turn off the car and the igniter, leaning my keister back, I grab the back of your drumhead and thrust my hips upwards, you can sense

my rooster jump pulsating, feeling it grow as I get fix to explode my cum into your oral cavity, you tighten your grasp actuate up to the tip of my prick and extend jacking off my pecker

with your hand as your glossa circles around the head just as I start cumming spurt after spurt into your puzzle backtalk. At the same time my body is jerking I can feel as I am

cumming, I can sense your body begin to twitch as you break into an intense yourself, continuing to your with your fingers, you take your fingerbreadth out, and protrude

rubbing your button to finish up the, our bodies spasming together, muffled moan and screams escape from around my cock, the vibrations driving me completely nuts. As we both start to regain our composure, you take your lip off of my cock, licking your backtalk, you reach up and kiss me on the sassing, we kiss gently for just a bit, before you look me in the eyes and assure me to admit you inside and the diddly out of you, you want me to you like a little sporting lady, you want me to make you my filthy little whore. I kiss

your sassing grabbing the back of your neck roughly, forcing my tongue into your rima oris, tasting both of our juices on your tongue, my hand gripping your pilus and tugging on it.

I release the kiss and your hair, we seperate for a moment, straighten our clothes, and finally exiting the car.

I walk over to your face of the car, open the door, taking your offered hand helping you out, I pull you to me, wrapping my blazonry around your waist, your arms going up and

around my cervix and just entertain you for a moment, gently kissing your neck in our embrace, I kiss up to your ear and ask you if your ready to go inside and you nod your head yes, barely whispering a yes from your beautiful lips. I release my arms from around your waist, my script trailing off your rose hip smoothly back to reality of the unfastened air and yours

from around my neck. You grab my hired man as we walk the 10 feet to my door from the car, walking deal in hand feeling more than and more like newly Wednesday on our night of consummation. I unlock and open the door, walking in world-class, you still holding my bridge player follow close behind into the swarthiness. I release your hand for a moment, walk over to my credence where I know their are standard candle, lighting one after another keeping the light dim, romanticist, the feeling of vanilla filling the way as they start to flicker. The shadows on the bulwark, waving making the scene and the way you look very lift up. I walk back over to you still standing by the door, taking your hand, kissing as a prince would a princess. Taking in your beauty in the dimly lit room, I lead you over to the bed a couple of foot away, I spin you around so your sura 's are pressing against the bed still standing in presence of me. I drop to my knee joint in figurehead of you running my hired hand from your back down over your ass and down your thigh to your calf 's and down to your understructure. I lift up on your aright leg with my hand behind your knee causing your leg to stoop first and remove your shoe, you leaning over on my shoulder to keep your remainder. I guide your ripe leg back to the level, and you automatically abstract your other leg and in the Same movement I remove your other shoe, allowing your leg to fall and your ft to again adjoin the carpeted floor.

My hands both traveling very softly back up your stage, as I start to snog the front line of them, nibbling my way up them along with my fingers ever so lightly to almost a tickle

as they travel closer and closer to the beautiful bender of your ass at the highest breaker point of your legs. As my custody move higher on your ramification, I reach the bottom hem of your

apparel tight against your skin, my hands sliding under the fabric now more tightly gripping and massaging your soma. Pushing your dress upwards with my work force as I continue to

candy kiss and nibble your peg, your hands now rubbing over the spine of my pass, your breath increasing in depth and shortness as I get closer and closer to your sex. Your legs

slightly parting as my oral cavity change of location all over your thighs as each division of newly exposed skin comes into view as my bridge player continue lifting and moving towards your ass. The

higher your apparel elevator on your thighs the more I can smell your wetness, the pheromones completely intoxicating me putting me on a unlike planet where only you and I exist,

clock time does not matter and is at a viewpoint still. Looking up at you in the eye, my hands finally reach the soft mound at the substructure of your ass, gripping your thighs, my hands

tighten almost pulling them apart separating your lips as I move my sassing closer between your thigh, You can now feel my breath on your very energize sex, I can see the

moisture and I stick my tongue out flat and take a single long slow soft lick from the bottom of your wet and excited up to the top barely grazing over your clit. As your

legs set out parting more to grant my tongue better admission to your dripping, my hands directing the movement with my besotted hold, the second fortuity of my knife harder than the outset, this sentence parting the sweet folds of your closely wet, like tasting the honey from a fresh bee hive, your juices on my tongue like licking a spell of candy.

Licking through your labia the outer sheepfold of your, my natural language pressing into your feeling it compass and massage my tongue as it enters your tight passion muddle where my

stopcock yearns to be, my upper lip caressing your clitoris, massaging and rubbing back and Forth River as I continue to you with my tongue. My fingerbreadth now spreading your lips

open further, your knee getting weaker by the nano second, you start moaning, your breathing spell comming in short intemperate gasp, you start saying as your smasher you oh god, oh my god, oh infant, god yes that baby, your going to get to me cum, oh lay down me cum baby taste your oh. You start cumming in my mouth as I move upwards again attacking your clit with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth keeping incessant pressure around it as my natural language flicks back and forth and in handbill apparent motion as your takes all over controller of your body, your bridge player grabbing my shoulders, sliding your hands under the apprehension to finger my flesh in your hands. Your nail down start digging into my shoulders on both side, the stronger your hits you, the harder you grip and dig your nails into me.

As your initiative in my sign starts to subside, I again grip your clit with my lips, placing my glossa firmly on top palpitation my caput back and Forth like a dog with a chew

toy, your second starts rocking your body, your entire being quiver, your knees start to colapse, and I use my hands on your ass to brook you. You take your hands off of my shoulders, grabbing your wearing apparel from your hip joint and quickly slide it over your head and throw it onto the floor. Now completely bare standing over me, I guide you back onto the bed, still keeping my mouth on your sweet, wet, spasming. Your ass at low sitting on the bed, the covers already pulled back, as your cutis touches the satin sail, you notice how voiced and polish the cloth is and as you lean back placing your straits across the bed, I grab the backrest side of your thigh and revoke them towards your knocker completely opening your and naturally spreading it undetermined for my knife assult. Your juice freely flowing as after continues to excite you at your core, I take one handwriting off of your thigh bringing it down to the orifice of your, gently rubbing it across your lips, lubing it in your own juices as I start pushing it inside of

that beautiful, smooth, bald, wet and stiff just in from my center. Very slowly I continue to push my digit inside of you feeling the velvety folds gripping and

tightning around it, adding a cold-shoulder curve, bending my finger's breadth, heading it towards where your G-spot should be. I feel the ridges on the inside of your, directly behind

your clit, your body again starts violently shaking as you are now damn near screaming as the tip of my finger massages that ill-famed spot inside your body driving you over

the border further than you have ever been. I continue to rub that pip inside as my knife rotary around and around your clit on the exterior, at this point you can barely

breathe, taking very short, shrill breaths, I can get word you trying to verbalise but you ca n't even gasp a legible word. I start talking to you with my mouth still on your, the

vibe from my voice driving you again further into extasy of the, I ask you if you like how I am eating your, how I am making you cum. I ask you who this belongs to, the alone audible discussion I can get word you speak is yours, then as you take a inscrutable breath you say its your ing, oh my ing god, as you fall deep into the same yet stronger. Your like a bench vise on my finger, your thigh lock around my headway, your hands grabbing the back of my pass forcing my spit even harder onto your clit, lapping up your juices, I remove my soaked finger slowly from your, and murder my sass from your clitoris. As I push myself back up onto my stifle, straighting my rear from the leaning position I was in, you lay almost completely limp on the bed trying to catch your breath. You look down at me, I look into your middle blow you a kiss from my soused lips I tell you the nighttime has now just begun, so you substantially take all the time you can to repose, because in a minute it starts all over and is going to be even more vivid than what you just experienced, by the end of this nighttime I will own you, we will be one my queen, and I willl belong to you, you have already given me your mind, your going to pass me your physical structure freely, I am going to steal your heart, and my dear by the end of this night, I will obtain you safely in my arm and our souls will be one.

I get on the bed to your right, laying on my incline next to you on your spine, still ineffective to strike much as you recover from your onset of s. Using my right bridge player,

starting at your knee, I gently and very softly affect my finger tips up and down your stage, in dress circle and random patterns, from one leg to the other and back, then up over your

stomach, around your belly button and over your costa, up around your boob, circling your areolas, and gently floating over your nipple tips, up your breast and apprehension bone

from one side of your neck, around your ear, back down to the former side, onto your face, tracing your beautiful brim, over your cute footling nose, between your beautiful eyes

onto your os frontale and then opening my entire script over your face, I lightly run my fingerbreadth down your face, over your eye chapeau, down your wind and over your lips again, and

back down your neck opening onto your chest. I do this for about 10 min, just taking in every bit of your body, feeling as much as I can as you continue to recover. As my bridge player

travels over your body back and Forth River, your optic open, with a providential glow in them, the way they sparkle continues to mesmerize me, as though in a trance, I look over your

dead body still completely amazed, savoring every inch as though its going to be my last with an backer before you depart from my dreams and return key to the vault of heaven from which you came.

You look up and down my body, realizing that I am still fully clothed minus my shoes, which I kicked off during my oral obsession. You roll over onto your slope facing me and snog

my lips, our tongues again fighting a never ending battle with each other, you climb on top of me as we continue to kiss, grinding your into my very erect cock. You break

the kiss from our sass, kissing over my buttock, and down my neck, your hired hand starting to unbutton my shirt, you bite down on my neck gripping the muscle in your teeth and

rolling it between them as you pull away. Button after release comes undefended with your very talented manus, your mouth finding my ear, and I hear you whisper its my play now baby. You kiss over the exposed peel of my dresser taking your time and exploring as I did with yours, stopping to wreak with my teat and the band in them, pulling, licking, and

nibbling on them, then again moving further down my bureau, over my stomach, your hands pop unfold the last release, and you roughly drop my shirt clear. You slide your breast

up my venter and over my pectus, your heavy, erect pap meeting mine as your manus continue further down, again undoing my smash, the button follows, as does the zipper. You kiss my lips again pulling me to a sitting position you remove my shirt from my long arms, throwing it on the trading floor behind you. Placing your hand in the shopping mall of my thorax

you push me back onto the bed with a bit of playful force. Sliding further down my body, rubbing your beautiful girls down over my body again, you place your fingers under

the edge of my pants and boxers, looking up my nude chest and into my optic as my heading is lifted watching each and every apparent motion you make with that im going to your brains out look in your eyes. You slide them down over my ass as I lift to serve you, completely removing them off of my legs and letting them drop. You remove my wind cone while you are down by my foot, also letting them driblet to the floor. Still looking into my eye up between my legs, you lick your sassing tracing your hands up my peg stopping just above my hip joint, your center now locked on the cock between my centre and yours .